Growler has ceased to walk from
table to table in the coffee-room, and inspect what people are having
for dinner. Trotty Veck takes his own umbrella from the hall--the cotton
one; and Sydney Scraper's paletot lined with silk has been brought back
by Jobbins, who entirely mistook it for his own. Wiggle has discontinued
telling stories about the ladies he has killed. Snooks does not any
more think it gentlemanlike to blackball attorneys. Snuffler no longer
publicly spreads out his great red cotton pocket-handkerchief before the
fire, for the admiration of two hundred gentlemen; and if one Club Snob
has been brought back to the paths of rectitude, and if one poor John
has been spared a journey or a scolding--say, friends and brethren if
these sketches of Club Snobs have been in vain?
CONCLUDING OBSERVATIONS ON SNOBS
How it is that we have come to No. 45 of this present series of papers,
my dear friends and brother Snobs, I hardly know--but for a whole mortal
year have we been together, prattling, and abusing the human race; and
were we to live for a hundred years more, I believe there is plenty of
subject for conversation in the enormous theme of Snobs.
The national mind is awakened to the subject. Letters pour in every
day, conveying marks of sympathy; directing the attention of the Snob
of England to races of Snobs yet undescribed.
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